Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form. I do not gain any profit from my fanfiction.

Rating: M

Summary: Harry was always abnormal to someone. He was a wizard. He was the Chosen One. After one to many days at the Dursleys that he would rather be abnormal and stand up for himself then normal and condone the violence. It's a good thing he has a power no one else does isn't it?

Warnings: Child abuse, slash, femslash, and scenes of blood. More warning will appear and I will do it chapter by chapter.


The pale moon shone brightly in the dark blue sky. Grey clouds covered the stars as the wind blew them across the dark canvass. Below the moon was a small town in Surrey called Little Whinging. It was a very small community, filled with pleasant people and everything considered normal.

In this small town there was an averaged sized house that housed a small family. A mother, a father, and their son. Each of them had their own beliefs and ideals, but they all had one ideal in common. Anything that they didn't understand was considered freakish or abnormal. Although they all agreed on this, they went about expressing it in different ways.

The youngest, a teenage male by the name of Dudley Dursley, would pale at anything unnatural. He would stutter and start to shake in terror. If possible though, he would hide his fear by reacting like a porcupine. He'd lift his fists and beat whatever, or whoever, was the source of his discomfort. He was also a bully, picking on and humiliating anyone smaller than him. Anyone who made a comment of his overly large size would end up with some type of a broken bone. He and his gang were well known throughout the darker alley ways in Little Whinging.

His mother, Mrs. Petunia Dursley, was a thin woman with dark brown hair. She would try to minimize anything unnatural, eliminating the fear that it caused. She knew how to make her words hurt, and knew that sometimes silence and neglect was the perfect way of proving that she would never have uncanny behavior in her house, or her community. Small whispers, glances and giggles, and of course the looks of disgust helped prove her point as well.

The father, Mr. Vernon Dursley's, face would slowly change color from splotchy red to a grotesque purple. His large obese body would shake in anger, and his deep voice would come out harsh and loud. He looked at whomever, or whatever caused the abnormal occurrence and would always react in a loud and violent way. He was never one to allow something that caused him to feel less than he was to be near him.

Living in their small community they never let on their extreme feelings. They knew that those around them were more open minded. So they took care to make sure that no one knew how to dealt with … issues.

Looking into the window of the Dursley family, one would never guess how they truly felt. It was a well-kept house. Picture frames placed on the wall of the family, three chairs at the table with a spare against the wall for house guests and occasion Mr. Dursley's boss. On a normal day you would find the three family members watching television or eating before the day's activities. Sometimes, Mr. Dursley's sister Marjorie Dursley would come to visit with her bulldog. During these times laughter would be heard coming from the back yard, indicating a happy reunion for the family.

There was one thing that the community liked to talk about behind the Dursley's back however, and that was the mysterious nephew.

He was a small thing. He looked to be younger then Dudley, and was not even half his size. Green eyes the shade of emeralds, and hair black as night. He wore glasses that were broken in the middle and the frames were overly large on his small face. The clothes he always had on were obviously hand-me-downs as they practically swallowed the boy. He would only be seen on rare occasions, tending the Dursley's yard. Six years ago, the boy turned eleven and started going to St Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. At least that's what the neighbors and Ms. Marjorie were told.

They had their doubts.

His name was Harry James Potter. Every summer he'd come back and be put to work. At the beginning of summer Harry would take off his shirt if he got too hot with the sun beating down on him. He was physically fit, and could perform manual tasks with ease that the beginning of the summer holidays. As the weeks progressed, he would take off his shirt less and less, and his cloths seemed to grow in size. His face would become gaunt, and you could see him withdraw into himself. He would no longer look at the passerbys, and would focus on his task.

The neighbors had an idea of what was going on, but they had no proof. They would do what they could to help him without letting the Dursley's know. They left small plates of food where only he would find them. Bandages and anti-biotic cream were hidden in locations that only he would find, as well as the number to the proper authorities. Harry would smile at them as they passed, and would nod his head in thanks. Unfortunately, there was never any evidence that the necessary call was made.

Though they knew his name, and his family, they didn't know the boy's deepest secret. No matter how much they spied on the family, they never found out why this young man was different.

Harry Potter was a Wizard.

He wasn't just any wizard though.

He was Harry James Potter.

The Boy Who Lived.

The Chosen One.

Savior.

But just as the muggle neighbors didn't know who he was in the wizarding world, the wizarding world did not know who he was in the muggle world.

Here he was:

Freak.

Monster.

A "Waste of Space."

Useless.

Unnatural.

All the wizarding world cared about was that he was the chosen one. The one that would save them, or doom them all. They never paid attention to who he was as a person. His best friends never noticed he would get quieter the closer summer came. They never noticed how skinny he was when he would get on the train after the summer holidays. The never saw the scars. The burns. The proof that he was just as human as the rest of them. That he had the same color blood as those around him.

He had asked his headmaster for help, but the Leader of the Light, the all-powerful and all-knowing Dumbledore, demanded he not exaggerate. That family wouldn't do that to one another. Harry had begged the elder to use Legimancy, or Veritaserum on him to prove he wasn't lying. The man said no, his blue eyes cold. This had destroyed the young man's trust in adults, isolating himself.

The wizarding world cared less for him then the muggle world did. Harry Potter saw that.

What none of them knew, was that something very unusual coursed throughout the veins of the soon to be seventeen year old. He had a very unusual blood type. It mimicked blood type AB-, but was in fact much different.

The Potter's had carried this trait since the family was established as a magical family. They didn't even know it existed. James Potter always knew something was off since he had a slightly higher magical signature than the other Purebloods at the school, but never thought much of it.

The day Lily Potter sacrificed herself for her infant son is when the magic in the boy's body activated. Harry's magic fused with his blood, creating something unheard of before.

When people say that it was Lily's sacrifice that protected Harry from the Dark Green curse that night, they are correct in that fact, but not in the way they know it as.

The day of Harry's seventeenth birthday is just around the corner. His blood courses through him in excitement. It will let itself be known. Every day new wounds appear on his body, the blood dripping silently to the ground. The blood soaked into the wood of the floorboards, the fabric of the sheets, and into the abuser's weapon of choice. Soon its host would be a mature male, and would soon be able to utilize it to its full potential. Soon, Harry James Potter would never have to suffer at the hands of another again.


A story I've been working on for a bit. I'm still deciding on what coupling I would like. Any suggestions?

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